Doctor Doom continued his way south until he reached a closed off section of road which had a guard station in the middle of it. It amused Doom that in a world where creatures of great power and ability (in comparison to those who were not Doom) were commonplace that someone thought humans with no strength were sufficient to safeguard their cities. When Doom finished conquering this world he would have some of his strongest Pokemon standing as sentinels. That way nothing could harm his citizens. Coincidentally, no one would be able to leave the cities either.
Oh well.
Doom stepped into the guard station and proceeded to briskly walk through to the other side.
“Stop…at once. You aren’t allowed into the city! I… am so thirsty.”
Doom did not break stride as he spared the out of shape and out of breath guard a brief glance before turning his attention forward. He doubted that such a physical specimen would be able to able to keep pace with Doom’s crawl, much less Doom’s average walking speed. The guard should just be grateful that Doom didn’t think it was worth his time to maim fatties who couldn’t impede his progress; short of being directly in front of him, of course.
Doom paused for a moment at that particular thought. It would not be good if people who were out of shape thought that they could get away with disrespecting Doom. That guard had dared to tell Doom to stop.
Doom does not like being told to stop.
Doom snapped his fingers and the guard station behind him exploded violently, sending pieces of burning wood and melted metal flying all about.
Doom continued to make his way through the city, pleased at his resolution to make things explode more often. It almost got tiresome to be so correct and wise all of the time, but Doom was used to such a burden.
“Master?”
Doom turned to Meowth who was almost clinging to his side in what appeared to be complete and utter fear. How long had the cat Pokemon been by his side? Doom had almost forgotten he existed.
“Speak,” Doom said.
“I know you are in a hurry and all but um… I’ve always wanted to see the fighting Dojo.It is said some of the best fighting Pokemon are raised there. I know you don’t have business in Saffron and you seem to have important business in Vermillion but do you think we could stop in there before we leave?”
Doom didn’t know if it was because he had grown slightly fond of Meowth or if it was because he had just exploded something in magnificent fashion, but he was feeling accommodating today.
Okay you’ve got me: it was the explosion.
“Very well. A small detour is not out of the question. Doom will assume since you broached the subject you are knowledgeable of the whereabouts of this dojo?” Meowth nodded. “Lead,” Doom said.
Doom would see firsthand if these so called martial artists could withstand the might of Doom. Doubtful.
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